“No, it doesn’t mean that.”
Imagining Colt trying to get Josie into his bed sent me close to the explosion point. The only thing that kept me from jumping out of bed and driving to Colt’s just so I could throw his mattress out his window was Josie’s touch. It took a minute or two before I was calm enough to form words. “So? Did I pass the trust test?”
“You passed it. With flying colors. I have to admit I didn’t think you could do it. I kept looking out the Masons’ living room window expecting to find your truck barreling up the driveway.”
“I came close. I must have stopped myself from running through that front door a hundred times. But I didn’t, and that’s what counts.” Josie’s feet bumped mine, and I practically jolted from how cold they were. She was worried about me getting frost bite? So I gritted my teeth and pressed the tops of mine—which were toasty warm—into the bottom of hers. If the girl didn’t run around in lingerie in the dead of winter, her feet might not have been mini glaciers with toes.
“You’re kind of great, you know that?” She sighed and wiggled her toes over mine.
“I don’t know if this is greatness or stupidity, but I’ll take any compliment you want to send my way.” So, yeah. My feet had been warm. Not anymore. But hers were at least. “Since I passed the trust test, mind telling me why you went over to Masons’?”
“I left my favorite sweater over there,” Josie said with a shrug. “When Colt finds out about us, I don’t want him throwing it in a bonfire.”
Yeah, that odd sensation was probably my heart growing three sizes. The next sensation wasn’t so odd. It was that flash of fire over what had transpired for her to leave her sweater at Colt’s in the first place. “If he ever did that, he’d be the next thing thrown into that bonfire.”
Josie laughed softly. “Good to know you’re protective of my favorite sweater.”
“You, Joze. I’m protective of you.” I nuzzled her neck and would have tightened my arms around her if I didn’t think it might cut off the circulation to her lower body. “Listen . . . I’ve been thinking”—a new concept for me, I know—“and I don’t want you to up and change anything in your life right now. I’ve ruined so many things for you—I don’t want you to change anything until you’re certain about me. Not until I’ve cleared your hurdles and jumped your hoops and whatever else I need to do to prove I’m capable of making this work.” That was hard as hell to say. Because it was so difficult and it twisted my insides when I’d been in bed thinking about it half the night, I knew it was the right thing to do. I wanted Josie all to myself and the whole world to know that. That was what was best for me. But . . . it wasn’t what was best for her.
“You don’t want me changing anything in my life? Colt included?” There was nothing antagonizing in her voice, but I knew she was gauging me and my level of seriousness.
I felt another flash of fire thinking of Colt and her together. “Let me put it this way—if there was an exception to that, Colt would be it.” It wasn’t the response I wanted to go with, but at least it was an honest one.
“Okay, I’ll take that into consideration. Thank you.” Her hand squeezed mine again.
“So what’s the next hurdle? Since I’m on this whole proving myself path, I’m eager to get to the finish line.”
Josie was quiet for a moment before twisting until we were face to face. “Seeing if you’re capable of taking things slow . . . physically.”
I lifted my brows. “That will be a challenge. I’m afraid my reputation indicates I’m not, but I’m eager to prove myself capable of rising to every challenge.” With Josie’s mouth so close to mine and her chest pressed to mine that way, something was definitely rising. Shit. I didn’t need that with the next hurdle I was expected to jump. I closed my eyes and imagined Mrs. Westmore, the ancient elementary school librarian, naked on a cold day. There . . . problem solved. Mostly. “When do we start?”
Josie’s eyes dropped to my mouth, and she smiled. “What do you think part of the reason I’m here is?”
“Cunning little vixen.” Since I knew the test was already in progress, I had to revisit the whole naked-old-woman-in-the-cold image for a few more seconds to make sure I wasn’t going to blow it. A big part of me wanted to kiss her and touch her and make love to her the way I should have that one time . . . and I didn’t need that to be a part of me. Not when I had to show her I was capable of a relationship that didn’t center around sex. “Good night, Joze. Sleep good.” Kissing the tip of her nose, I closed my eyes and hoped I’d be able to sleep with Josie pressed into me like that. I knew that was a long shot, so I hoped I’d be able to pretend I was asleep.
“Good night, Garth.” Before twisting around, she planted a quick kiss into my cheek.
Life had changed just like that. People were right when they said it could change in the blink of an eye. Josie had been as far off as a person could get, and now she was falling asleep in my arms, promising to give me a chance to love her the way she deserved to be loved. It was all very . . . “I know I’m going to sound like some pathetic douche, but are you sure this isn’t a dream?” If it was, could I expect a dream Josie to answer honestly?
Bringing our entwined hands to her mouth, Josie brushed her lips over my knuckles. I felt that soft touch all the way down into my freezing toes. “This is real.”
Even if it wasn’t, that was okay. I just wouldn’t wake up. When her mouth moved away from my hand, I half sighed, half groaned. “Damn, because a dream would be good right now.”
“Why’s that?” she asked in the midst of a yawn.
“Because then I could do all the things I’m holding myself back from doing to you and not have to feel guilty or reserved about any of it,” I teased. I was only partly teasing.
“I’ll take real over a dream any day.”
I thought about that for one moment. “With you, Joze, they’re the same thing.”
JESSE MIGHT HAVE been the one who took Josie to Homecoming our freshman year, but I was the first one to ask her. Well, I was the first one who’d tried to ask her. She didn’t even see my method of asking before Jesse showed up after school with his stupid smile, holding a sign at her locker that said something lame like . . . You? Me? Homecoming? Please?
I’d been pissed about two things that day. First was that Jesse had swooped in out of nowhere and asked her. I didn’t have a clue he liked Josie that way. Jess and I had been inseparable for years, so that I hadn’t known he liked the same girl I did, the one who was just as inseparable with the two of us, blindsided me. Josie wasn’t Jesse’s. She was mine. I’d met her first; she’d sat by me on the bus; I’d punched Roy Watkins in the nose when he called her names; I’d chased off Ryan Spitz when he made moves on her in fifth grade. Josie was supposed to go to Homecoming with me, not Jesse. She was supposed to fall in love with me, not him.
I was also pissed that she would never see how I’d tried to ask her. I’d taken hours to make the necklace dangling on her bedpost, and I had to rush over to her place to sneak it back out since she got a date to Homecoming. And it wasn’t me. She’d never know I wanted to ask her either. I couldn’t tell her because even if she would have gone with me, when she agreed to go with Jesse, I knew—even as a fifteen-year-old—that he was the better pick by a landslide. If Jesse liked her and she liked him, her future was a lot brighter than it could have been with me. That day sucked.
Actually, there was a third thing that had pissed me the hell off that day. Jesse didn’t even go to the same school as us. He was home schooled for crying out loud, and he still had the balls to walk through the halls, stop at her locker, and ask her to our school’s dance. Ballsy. It was the first time I’d wanted to sock Jesse in the nose. Not because he’d done anything wrong, but because I had. By waiting too long and being too big of a piece of shit.